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This is the third creeper story from my first year of high school, grade ten. I still feel a lot of shame and embarrassment about this incident, but I want to get it out there. Warning: super long.

Davie was the kind of guy that thinks he is very clever and cuttingly sarcastic, but really just like a jerk ninety percent of the time. The other ten percent of the time his energy was concentrated on getting into some girl's pants. He had a talent, even at sixteen, for telling girls what they wanted to hear.

Emma was my friend. She was sweet, with a contagious laugh, long auburn hair and freckles. Seriously adorable, and seriously naive. She wasn't the sharpest crayon in the box either, but her good nature and sense of humor made her well-liked.

One Wednesday night in July, Emma and I were at youth group. Davie and his friend Aaron showed up. Davie introduced himself to Emma and immediately went to work. He complimented her hair and her blue eyes, and by the end of the evening he told Emma that he had "never felt this way about any girl before". Emma believed every word. They kissed as Davie got off the bus and made plans to see each other on Friday.

Emma was almost unbearable to talk to for the next two days. All she would talk about was Davie, which I guess is normal teen girl behavior. He had given Emma his black leather jacket to hold on to until their date. She wore it constantly. I did try to caution her very gently on Davie's track record, but she was smitten. When Friday finally dawned, I went over to Emma's in the afternoon to braid her hair and lend some "emotional support" before her first date.

In a neighborhood near ours there was a small park. It had trees and wetland all around it, and the only way to get to the park was by going down an outdoor concrete staircase. When Emma admitted that's where she was meeting Davie, alarm bells went off. At first she was hurt that I thought something was up and wouldn't talk about it. In the end all I could do was manage to convince her that a double date would be fun. I called Davie and asked if his friend Aaron was single and willing to be my counterpart in a double date. I figured that, if I had to take one for the team to keep Emma safe, then so be it. Aaron said yes.

We met in the evening at the park. Aaron seemed like an okay kid, quieter and nicer than Davie. While Aaron and I alternated between talking about cartoons from the 90s and awkward silence, Emma and Davie made out. By the time the sun began to set I was getting bored. Aaron asked me if I'd like to be pushed on a nearby swing set. I said sure. Apparently Davie and Emma had a lover's quarrel while we were gone, because when we got back Davie was wearing his jacket again and no one was speaking. I asked Emma if she wanted to leave and she tearfully said yes.

We said goodbye to the guys (Davie was sulking) and began to walk home. Emma explained that Davie had made a sexual comment that embarrassed her, and that when she asked him not to talk like that, he got angry. When we had just reached the bottom of the concrete staircase, Davie caught up to us. He told Emma he was really sorry and asked her to come back. He said that Aaron had some coolers and glowsticks in his backpack and that we could have a cool party if we stuck around.

Emma and I had an argument then. I can't remember the details, but I thought that sticking around was a bad idea and Emma really wanted to stay. When Emma wouldn't budge I said fine, have it your way, I'm going home. Emma went back to hang out with Aaron and Davie and I made my way up the stairs.

I stopped at the top of the stairs and sat down. I was stubborn but I didn't want to leave Emma alone. From where I was sitting I could see the three of them, so I settled in to watch like a stalker. It got darker a lot cooler. After a while spent daydreaming I realized I couldn't see them anymore. I stood up, and was thinking about going to get Emma when I heard her scream.

I ran like the wind down the stairs and across the field. When I reached the three of them I found Emma pressed up against the side of the jungle gym, held in place by Aaron while Davie was trying to take her shorts off. Davie was laughing and Emma was trying to kick her legs and crying.

I grabbed Aaron first and pulled him off of her. He offered no resistance, and, once he realized what was about to happen, he actually ran away. I then turned to Davie who, remarkably, knew I was there and was still trying to undress Emma. I jumped him. We ended up wrestling in the pea gravel, me going for his eyes and his throat in a rage, him laughing as if it were a great game. He was much larger than fifteen-year-old me, but as he was laughing and trying to hold me down I managed to get a good punch in to his throat.

While he was gasping for air I got on top of him broke his arm. I didn't mean to- I'm not actually sure how it happened, but I remember him lying on the ground, my combat boot coming in contact with his arm and the sound of his forearm snapping. I remember realizing that his arm was broken and that he would need to go to the hospital. I felt such a deep shame and regret in that moment. But I also felt a lot of anger. Instead of doing the humane thing, I kicked him in the stomach and yelled that if he ever touched Emma again, or if he tried anything with any other girl, I would break his other arm. Then I grabbed Emma and we ran like we had just committed a crime, which I guess I just had.

Emma cried a lot. She cried, and then she tried to kiss me, and then she cried some more. It was a confusing night for everyone. I had her stay over at my house and I talked to her about reporting Davie. I even dialed the police and put the phone in her hand, but she wouldn't do it and begged me not to. Her parents were pretty severely abusive (I had called social services twice on them when we were younger) and she was terrified of her parents finding out what had happened and punishing her for it. So, I did the stupid thing and I didn't tell anyone.

Davie walked around with a neon pink cast for the rest of the summer. He acted very proud of it and told everyone that he got hit by a car while rollerblading at night. My best friend ended up dating a friend of Davie's, so I would see him every once in a while outside a theatre or at a party. He would always put on a neutral face and quickly walk away, and I would try to not kick the back of his head.

Why do you feel shame over this? You are a hero. Also, with victims of rape or attempted rape, it's very important to let them have control of the situation and allow them to make the decision whether or not to report it. Add in the factor of her abusive home situation, and her decision to not report was one that needed to be respected. Police often don't handle rape victims well, the court system is especially cruel, and it sounds like her parents were nearly guaranteed to not handle it well. All in all, it sounds like you handled everything perfectly.

He didn't hang out with Davie anymore but I saw him around once in a while. We never spoke of the incident, but it seems like he turned out to be a decent guy. I think Davie must have talked him into by telling him it'd be funny or something. I'm not sure Aaron knew Davie's intention was rape.

We grew apart in high school. She joined the cheerleaders and really enjoyed being popular. I was never popular. I saw her about six months ago when I was speaking at the local college (she was a student). We had tea and caught up, but we didn't reconnect after that.

I looked her up on facebook just now. She recently had a baby and she seems happy. I hope she is.

good for you for doing the right thing! I love when people stand up for themselves in the face of bullies. He'll remember what happens every time he looks down at his arm. You not only saved Emma, but I'm sure more girls as well.

This was an amazing story and you should never feel bad about what you did. I know that's easier said than done because we are complex and dynamic as humans, but what you did is what i'm sure 99% of all of us wish we would be able to do if the situation were to arise.

you are a badass, a hero(ine) and an inspiration. Like others have said you shouldn't be embarrassed in the slightest, fuck yeah you broke his arm, he deserved it! I think you handled this the best anyone possibly could, or better. Thank you for what you did!!

What you did was was amazing. As someone who has been a less extreme, but similar, situation I applaud you. It takes a split second decision to attack but once you realize what you are doing it is terrifying. Good for you to stick around and protects your friend.